Khero let out a gasp at that ass squeeze, pressing closer into Elaros as a result, and managed to nod as the possibilities flashed before her. Gods, but she hadn't been this eager in ages; most of the time, it had been purely for survival, definitely not for pleasure. The only times it hadn't been like that were with an old lover. With him, she'd felt safe, loved, pleasured, capable of being herself and as uninhibited as their lack of privacy allowed. There wasn't love here--not like that, at least; caring, definitely, and affection, and respect--but she felt safe, and he'd definitely given her pleasure.
Gods how she craved it. And now that they'd breached that barrier, there was no real going back.
"That all sounds good," she managed to get out, and boldly slid a hand down his front to the place his cock was sheathed. "I think my thighs need a rest, so maybe...um...ya can do the work this time, eh?"